Busty Becky

I was determined to have my prize. It had taken a long time to get it together but I was close to my goal.

The necessary equipment lay ranged around the room: large tank of helium, hose and regulator, lubricants and, glittering prize, Busty Becky. Becky arrived in the mail that morning, wrapped in brown paper. Becky the latex love doll. She came packaged with promises of the ride of a lifetime and various stats about the sizes she could be inflated to and weights she could support at each size. Weight wouldn’t be a problem today.

Becky was going to help me fulfil my desire to make love to a balloon woman as she reached the size and buoyancy at which she could lift us both off the ground.

I hooked up all of the equipment, got nude, got lubed and opened the valve. Becky’s limp skin wriggled as gusts of gas moved through her in waves. I let the gas in slowly so I could savour the moment. She became three dimensional and the dimples and creases disappeared. She reached the fullness a balloon gets to before the skin starts stretching. She was a big girl. Beach ball sized breasts, flaring hips and curvy butt complemented the smooth, latex good looks of her face and long, shapely legs. Any real woman with Becky’s dimensions would not be short of attention.

I could see her curves bulge gently as more and more helium pushed into her. It was time. I had fantasized about this for too long. I lay down on top of Becky as her hissing, bulging form began to lift off the floor. It hadn’t taken her long to gain enough buoyancy to lift herself up, but it would be a while before she had enough for both of us.

I entered her rubbery tunnel. It felt cool but not unpleasantly so. Her tight vaginal balloon skin hugged my penis and I began to gently slide in and out as her beachball mounds blew up on either side of me.

It was in this pose, butt in the air and arms draped either side of enormous fem-balloons, that my girlfriend found me. The first I knew about her arrival was the cessation of inflation. I looked over my shoulder to the helium tank. She stood there, eyes alight, mouth in a pouty frown.

“Am I not enough for you? Can’t you get what you want out of me?”

She knew about my balloon fetish and I had explained my body inflation fetish to her, but in the real world she could only really indulge me on the first.

“I just wanted to get this out of my system. It was just going to be a one-off, I swear.”

“I don’t know if that will be the case boyo,” she replied. “Get off that bimbo. Sit over there and keep quiet if you know what’s good for you.”

The room felt cold as the sweat on my skin evaporated and my chagrin engulfed my spirits.

“She’s well made,” she said, admiring the latex balloon woman she held. “I bet she cost you a packet, but you should have asked me before you indulged yourself. You’ve never asked me how I could indulge your desire.”

“I thought you would feel humiliated having balloons pushed up your…….”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” she snapped, cutting me short.

“I can think of a way to punish you for your poor communication skills and indulge my tastes at the same time.”

The hose was wrenched from Becky’s back. She began to deflate, first shrinking back to almost human proportions and then beginning to sag.

“Come here,” I was commanded. “Arms behind you,” I was guided to the helium tank and my wrists were cuffed together behind the cylinder. I cast another glance at Becky who was almost back to being a two dimensional skin, a female outline on the carpet.

I felt a surprising cold pressure against my anus as my lover pushed the hose up my ass. “Hey, don’t turn on the gas. A joke’s a joke. This is the real world,” I pleaded, distressed that the stakes in our little game had been upped.

“You silly men, you think you know everything about the real world.” She glared deep into my eyes and I felt something in the shape of the universe as I knew it shift and change. I felt nervous.

“I can change things,” she whispered unnecessarily, and opened the valve a fraction.

I felt gas rush into me through the squiggling hose. My flaccid, scared penis quickly began to swell as though becoming erect. It bulged, lengthened and pointed upward until it looked like my usual effort. She closed the valve a bit but gas still entered me. My erection swelled bigger. I felt scared but she smiled. “It’s okay little boy, I won’t hurt you. Trust me”

She hadn’t let me down before but she hadn’t used magic on me before either, so letting go the fear was hard. The swelling had begun to feel good though, and as with anything hormonal, it wasn’t long before my brain shut down and went along for the ride.

My penis looked like a caricature of itself. A cartoon erection: tiny at the point of attachment, a thick, swollen stem and a mushroom head. As it blew up it gained buoyancy, bouncing and floating before my belly. I felt a surge of maleness. I had the biggest penis on the planet and it was still growing. I felt powerful, potent. My machismo wasn’t fazed by my being tied to a helium tank.

Meanwhile, Becky was in trouble. “Hmm, you’re a big girl. Let’s see how big you can get.” I thought Becky was about to be destroyed in a simple blow to pop experiment, but I was wrong. Becky was held up at waist height for inspection and then pulled on like a pair of trousers. Her legs seemed to open enough for my girl to slip in and there they stood like a balloon zygote, two legs and two torsoes. This didn’t last long though as Becky was soon pulled on further as though she were a sweater and my girl friend stood before me, wrapped in loose fitting latex.

She walked toward me. “Amateur hour’s over,” she said, moving Becky’s lips over her own. The helium hose was plucked from me, my blimped genitals bobbling madly before me. She slid the tank out from behind me. She laid me on the floor and pushed my hands under my feet so they were before me.

“Time to see how much both of you can take,” she murmured as she wriggled into the circle of my arms. She looked up into my face and gave a latex wink as she began working my grossly overblown dick into her tight pussy. There was some squeaking and a lot of gas being moved around as my cock balloon tried to escape from its encasement but soon we were crotch to crotch and her warmth flooded the helium inside my appendage. I began to pump slowly in and out, the new size and tightness of my balloon dick adding to what was an already pleasurable sensation.

“Don’t go getting yourself too excited there, we’ve only just begun. It would be a shame to lose that glorious hard on before the show began,” she purred.

She reached out and opened the valve on the tank. I felt movement at my chest. I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t have a worker for a willy, but she was blowing up her breasts with the premier element. I pulled away from her to see it happen. Her breasts slowly changed from their pear appearance to a more rounded shape, just like the balloons they were becoming. The outline of each breast swelled as more gas was let in. Shortly they began to float up off her chest like tethered hot air balloons, straining toward my chest. The nipples and areolae were growing before my eyes. I couln’t believe it. My girl was blowing up Busty Becky’s bust while I rode her. It was a dream come true.

As the breasts bulged beneath me and began to press against me I caught another latex wink from her face and felt the first stirrings of further inflation. My legs were caught between swelling thighs, my crotch pressed against a firm and growing vulva. Becky was being blown up all over. I laughed and gave my dick another couple of exquisite pumps.

Her breasts were large enough to take my full weight and I lay on them as I plunged in and out of the balloon woman my girl was making herself. Becky was starting to show the strain. Her enormous and still swelling balloon breasts pushed themselves either side of me, squeaking and groaning as they grew. I was pulled deeper into the cleavage by my arms, which were trapped behind the gloriously plump fuck doll. With Becky’s ballooned hips below and expanding shoulders above, my handcuffed arms encircled the ridiculously out of proportion waist. Then I felt the rubbery flesh beneath my forearms shift. The inflation had started to pump up her waist and my arms were pushed aside. Her belly began to bulge into my own. My pumping and squirming in her pussy increased pace. This was too much.

With balloon breasts either side of my head, my thighs and crotch trapped between huge, sausage shaped balloons below and my arms being stretched and then engulfed by her swelling sides, I was in heaven.

It couldn’t last long though. The stretching, squeaking sound was becoming louder than the pervasive hissing sound of helium entering Becky’s latex skin. I could feel the tightness in the breast balloons pressing in against my face. She would pop any second, I could sense it. I hoped it would start somewhere that wouldn’t sting either of us too much. I pumped vigorously in anticipation of the end of my inflation fun.

The tearing sound began behind my head, so it must have been one of Becky’s nipples that gave out first. I felt the thin latex rush past my face, my arms, around my entrapped legs, but I didn’t feel the tight, warm cushions around me collapse.

“Seems she couldn’t take the pressure,” came my girlfriends proud drawl through the breast flesh, pressing harder against my ears. I realised, it wasn’t just Busty Becky who had been filling with helium, they both had been, and my lover had exceeded Becky’s ability to stretch. I was actually fucking a real balloon woman, an animated one that could enjoy the sensations as much as I did. I pumped madly to bring myself to orgasm.

“Now, it would be plain rude for you to finish before I get to the……..climax of my performance.”

I didn’t know what else could be instore. Her billowing, ballooning form, all the time pressing harder against me, trapping me deeper in its folds, couldn’t be any more stimulating. Then I noticed my butt leaving the floor. It happened slowly, first a moment without contact, then a few seconds and eventually, with a certain inevitability, it didn’t go back down at all.

I was being lifted into a standing position and her balloon body, massaging me in its folds and pussy, tugged me gently but insistently upward. My feet left the ground, first one and then, seconds later the other. The hissing dimmed and gradually died. I could feel the air moving past my exposed skin as we drifted, slowly rising to the ceiling. She had done it, she had blown my mind. I came without further ado. As I came I bounced frantically in my pneumatic prison and milked every possible sensation out of my penis blimp.

“There now,” she cooed, “wasn’t that better than any old love doll could do?”